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... grass swaying in every direction as the evening breeze whispered through the plains.
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a rusted great sword cut through the air with a heavy swing, its wielder gripping the hilt with a fierce determination. Noelle scowled as the blade fell. "No, it wasn't like that!" she muttered angrily, scolding herself for yet another imperfect swing.
Her fingers tightened around the worn leather handle of the sword, her knuckles white with frustration. She could still ...
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